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Avengers Mansion, Manhattan, 24 hours after the crash, 1400 hours

Maryah woke up again, her head hurting more than it did last time. Although, she didn't hear the beeping noise, and she didn't feel the uncomfortable feeling of a hospital bed under her. She opened her eyes reluctantly to find her in a room, gray like the other, and on a bed. A comfortable bed.

"Ugh." she groaned, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She then remembered why she had blacked out the second time. Tony Stark was her father. Her hero was her father. "Shit."

Every since she could remember, Iron Man had been her favorite person in the whole entire world. She admired the technology that happened to be on one man, the creator, Tony Stark. Once she had tried to model the suit, doing so almost until her mother said to dismantle it and throw it in the dump, and it had been almost perfect. She just could never figure out how to power it.

Her fingers lingered near her chest where a necklace hung before the crash, the apendages hitting the metalic smooth surface again. She decided to look at it, and had a thought to what it was. She lifted up the second shirt she was wearing, letting the heavy fabric fall on the floor near the foot of the dully colored bed. Right near her heart was an 'X' with little strips hanging out of it. A slight glowing was coming from one of the lines that made up the 'X', explaining why she had been imagining glowing when she first woke up.

It wasn't her imagination obviously.

She pushed on the 'X', wincing in pain as she did. Her mind didn't even comprehend that it would've hurt her, or just caused her any pain at all. It looked seemingly harmless, seemingly. Shaking her head, she picked up the fallen gray(what was up with all the gray) over shirt and slipped it on her body. Then, she walked towards the door, and it slid open with a 'Zwoosh' like noise. In front of her, sitting at a surprisingly cherry wood table with matching chairs, was a man with curly black hair. His head was down on the table, his arms circling around it. He sighed and shook his head, raising it when he heard the door open.

"Good morning, sunshine." he said sarcastically, stretching a bit and getting up. He seemed dazed, sort of tired.

"Did you sleep out here?" she asked, her eyebrow raising in a familiar fashion. He flashed her the exact same look and nodded his head, bending down to stretch the muscles on his back. "Why?"

When he got up from stretching, he shrugged. "I carried you here, and I was tired, so I slept. And plus I wanted to see if you were okay, because your mother won't come in here."

"Why?" she asked, curiousity taking over.

"I'm in here." he admitted, scratching the back of his neck.

She nodded. "Oh yeah." There was a slightly awkward silence between the two, and it was growing to be more awkward. "So, are you my father?"

"Did you build an almost replica of my Iron Man suit when you were about seven?" he answered with a question of his own, waiting for an answer.

"I asked first." she reminded, her tone annoyed.

He shrugged. "Seniority."

"Fine, I did."

"Then I'm you're father." he replied, walking closer to her. "Look, I would've been there, but I wasn't. Honestly, I didn't even know you until about yesterday. I tried for years to track your mother down, trying about anything to find her, but you both moved around to much! I would've been there...but I wasn't."

She was taken back because of his words. It didn't even dawn on her at that exact moment that he was asking for her forgiveness about the whole situation. She realized that a few seconds later.

"If you're asking for my forgiveness, I do forgive you. I've always wanted a father, and now I think I finally have one. Er...sort of." she replied, switching the weight from one foot to the other.

Tony smiled, clapping his hands together. "Good! Now, you're mother wants you to do...something. She's gonna walk in, I think, right when I exit. So...I'm gonna go..."

She nodded, a smirk laying on her face. "Okay, bye now."

He left, then her mother came in, flustered of course and pulled her daughter into a hug.

"You're awake, thank god! I knew you'd come around." she said, holding her tight. Pepper seemed uptight, and something seemed wrong...very wrong.

"Mom, what's wrong? You're gripping me tighter than usual." asked Maryah, her tone worried despite her former smirk.

Pepper sighed. "Because of that thing in your chest that's keeping you alive, Fury thinks you got some type of powers or something. He wants you to be tested."

"Tested?"

"Yes, right now."